August 17, 2012
Ten kilometers from the stifling plains of Colonet and the heat refused to abate. The afternoon sun sliced in through the driverís side window with such ferocity that Nolan caught himself leaning toward the center of the cab to shade his already sunburned face. The air conditioning had given out months ago and he was now paying for his procrastination in getting it repaired. So was the dog, her shiny black fur coated with dust and absorbing heat like the dark sticky asphalt streaking beneath the truck. Nolan braked as a line of stopped vehicles came into view directly ahead.